The Scent of Memory
☕ Story Title: “The Scent of Memory”
In a narrow alleyway in old Jeddah, there was a small café run by Um Saad, a woman in her seventies known for her warm smile and unforgettable coffee.
People came from far and wide—not just to drink coffee, but to hear her stories. She always said:
“Coffee isn’t just for drinking… it’s meant to be shared with a story.”
One day, a young man walked in, dressed in a formal suit, exhaustion written on his face. He sat silently and ordered a black coffee.
Without asking, Um Saad served him a cup and said:
“The first sip reminds you of those you’ve lost…
The second sip brings back forgotten dreams…
And the third sip helps you begin again.”
The man smiled faintly, a silent tear falling from his eye. He asked:
“How did you know?”
She replied with a warm smile:
“I don’t read faces… I listen to the silence of coffee.”
From that day on, he came every evening—not to speak, but to be quiet with his cup.

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